Author's Note: Everyone at Nightscrawlers all ready knows this, but this goes for the readers over at FF.net who keep asking me this. Limbo Kurt is an enslaved version of Nightcrawler who was corrupted and turned evil by Belasco in Limbo, thus giving him the name Limbo Kurt.

On with the story!

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A scream rent through the night air.

It forced Ororo out of her dreams, and she was ready to lash out and fight when she realized that the scream was coming from the room Logan had put Nightcrawler's doppelganger Limbo Kurt in.

Sighing, she put on a robe and she headed down to his room, wincing, as his wailing got stronger by the minute.

When she reached his room and opened the door, she found him lying on the floor, curled up in a tight ball as he trembled and screamed, begging in Infernal and German for whoever was whipping him to stop it.

"Kurt." She whispered, kneeling down in front of him and running her fingers down his arm. "Kurt, wake up please." He awoke with a jerk, his tail slashing the air as he looked at her. He immediately fell into a cringe, whimpering and bowing his head to her.

"Kurt, it's just me." Ororo said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe here." He looked at her cautiously, his tail tucking in between his legs.

"Why aren't you in the bed? Did you fall off of it?" she asked. He shook his head slowly, looking over at the bed warily.

"Master always made me sleep on rags on the floor." He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "That thing is too soft for me." Ororo smiled at him kindly, tilting her head to one side as she thought it over.

"I have a solution for that." She said, walking up to the bed. Limbo Kurt stayed crouched on the floor, his tail swaying lazily side-to-side as she removed the large quilt on his bed and placed it on the floor, spreading it out.

"You can sleep on this. It's better than the bare floor." She said. "You can use one of the blankets to cover yourself if you want too." She added. Limbo Kurt slowly sat down on the quilt and his tail thumped the ground lightly as he thought quietly to himself.

"What's the matter?" Ororo asked. He shook his head slowly, his tail curling around his ankles.

"Nothing much." He whispered. Ororo sat down beside him, hugging her knees to her chest.

"Something is wrong isn't it?" she asked. He shook his head once more, his tail flicking to one side slightly.

"Nein, it is not that." He said. "It's just..."

"Just?" He looked up at her and he couldn't help but lightly touch her cheek with the tips of his fingers.

"My friend was killed some time ago." He said. "I just missed seeing her face." Ororo sighed softly; remembering the time Illyana told her that she had been forced to kill her doppelganger when she was Belasco's disciple in Limbo.

"I miss all of them." Limbo Kurt sighed, looking away. "Piotr, Logan, Ororo...but mostly Katzchen." He said even softer than the rest. His eyes started to water as he clapped a hand over his face slowly. "I miss my Katzchen..." Ororo didn't know what to say, but she did rest a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Limbo Kurt rested his hand over hers, looking over at her.

"My Ororo used to do that when I was sad." He said in faint surprise. Ororo smiled faintly, shrugging a bit.

"Maybe we're not so different." She said. "Do you think that you can sleep now?" she asked. Limbo Kurt nodded faintly, biting his lower lip a bit. "Good. Good night, Kurt." She said, heading for the door.

"Guten Nacht." He said, waving his tail after her.

That night, Limbo Kurt dreamt of his old teammates, all of them dead now.

Dead, except for in his heart, where they would live on for as long as he remembered them and held them close.